This hurts my fillins. It rilly rilly does. I am actually crying a little. This outfit should have been unapologetically relegated to “Shit I Wear Around My House When My Man Is Away And My Dog Is Asleep So I Don’t Hurt Nobody’s Eyes.”

P.S. — I KNOW THIS WAS IN HARLEM. And that just hurts my fillins some mo.

Okay, no excuses. Someone please direct this woman to the shops of the Third Avenue hub. She coulda purchased two whole, decent-looking outfits for the price of that Spanx roll squeezer she’s wearing. Looking like a can of popped biscuits. BOOOOO!